After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 911

"Damn it! Wasn't he just a weak pianist? How can he drive so well?" A man in black inside the car behind couldn't help but curse as he watched the silver sports car desperately speeding away. "Move aside, let me handle this!"

Remembering what had just happened, the man in the driver's seat got out of his position with lingering fear and made way for him. "Be careful, Tiger."

Tiger stepped on the gas pedal and rushed towards Clare's sports car like crazy.

"Dare to race with me? Do you think you're Car God S?" Tiger gritted his teeth at the thought of their own car being rear-ended earlier. He exuded a dangerous and gloomy aura all over his body, quickly doubling their speed.

Clare's eyes were deep and piercing, emitting a strong sense of terror. He firmly pressed down on the accelerator underfoot and felt more calm as they crazily chased after them from behind.

Seeing that black vehicle about to catch up with them from behind, Clare suddenly slowed down. The black vehicle was moving too fast and soon passed by Clare's sports car. Clare looked at other two cars following closely in his rearview mirror before turning his steering wheel sharply to collide with that passing black vehicle which brushed past its side.

"Bang!"

The two vehicles collided heavily; then silver sports car plunged into a roadside barrier while that black vehicle spun rapidly across road flying off both those other two dark-colored cars aside.

Just then, Clare quickly started up his car engine again and drove off in opposite direction leaving those people far behind who they were exactly remained unknown until now...

"What? Did he jump into sea?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Can any one of us swim?"

Several men dressed in black looked at each other helplessly before shaking their heads resignedly as they drove away.

The rain became heavier by each passing moment; light drizzle turned into heavy rainfall pouring onto sea surface.

Clare didn't know how long he had been swimming. He was exhausted, but he held onto the plastic file folder tightly in his arms.

but after being soaked in seawater for

he wanted was to get

seawater that clung to him like a vice. Suddenly, a wave crashed over him

salty water kept pouring into his nose and mouth. His consciousness began to fade away as he thought desperately. No... I don't

and continue swimming forward, but his body felt heavy as if tied down by countless large stones; he was so tired that

pair of arms supported

alert again and slowly opened his eyes only to see a familiar beautiful face staring back at him - Mollie! She held onto Clare's waist with both hands while kicking her legs hard in the water trying

is

Am I dreaming?

while holding Clare tightly

a weak woman; she had trained with Clare at Air Force Base for more than a year

when she saw Clare clutching onto the file folder tightly because without it, Clare

off

speedboat into the sea immediately upon hearing Mollie's call for help; they swam towards them quickly until they reached their location where everyone worked

knelt beside him saying. "Let me help you get

pressing hard on Clare's chest, forcing all remaining saltwater

much more comfortable now as he took in a deep breath of fresh air, sitting up

pour down relentlessly, soaking Mollie

shirt and black pants that clung tightly to her curves, making it hard for Clare

his stomach. His cold and wet body was suddenly

at her like this. His voice hoarse, he asked, "What are you

beach when I saw your car parked there," Mollie explained with lingering fear in her voice. "I noticed some men dressed in black lurking around searching for something or someone. I thought you might be in danger so I brought some people along just

had followed her instincts and

earlier on the speedboat made her heart skip

figure floating helplessly on the water's surface from afar but upon closer inspection realized it

into

onto Clare's icy hand tightly while they were both wrapped up in one large towel aboard, an empty speedboat with only basic first aid supplies available; Mollie knew that if only they could

contacted home, asking their kitchen staff to prepare ginger soup, along with dinner as soon as possible, since nightfall had already descended upon

the three folders tightly in his arms, as if he was holding onto his most